Tripping
Tuesday, February 7th, 2006 | Life
Oh man, some stuff had just gone to my head. My computer has been on for well over 48 hours now and if I move out of the position of typing I get all kind of wierd pains. Which is wierd as I spent Sunday in bed ill.
Looking around I room, there is crap covering the floor, clothes, papers, stuff that’s important no doubt, I’ve swept most of the stuff that was lying on my bed into the mass too.
Approaching the door I reach down and take a swig from a bottle. It says lilt on the side but what I’m drinking ain’t lilt. It’s not alcohol either, truth be told, I don’t even know what it is.
I need a fix, need my next Fredo but I’m trying to come clean.
And through all this one question burns into my mind. Why am I narrating all this in the present tense when it clearly must have already happened as I’m here typing about it.
Oh man, some stuff had just gone to my head. My computer has been on for well over 48 hours now and if I move out of the position of typing I get all kind of wierd pains. Which is wierd as I spent Sunday in bed ill.
Looking around I room, there is crap covering the floor, clothes, papers, stuff that’s important no doubt, I’ve swept most of the stuff that was lying on my bed into the mass too.
Approaching the door I reach down and take a swig from a bottle. It says lilt on the side but what I’m drinking ain’t lilt. It’s not alcohol either, truth be told, I don’t even know what it is.
I need a fix, need my next Fredo but I’m trying to come clean.
And through all this one question burns into my mind. Why am I narrating all this in the present tense when it clearly must have already happened as I’m here typing about it.